[Intro: Shade]

Hallelujah motherfuckas, it's Shade and Charr

The top dog of RepWurk and the wicked clown of the ATL motherfucka

We coming at you packing that fucking heat, bout to spit that goddamn venom - cause that's what we fucking do - this is a stick up!

Everybody put your goddamn motherfucking hands up and don't even dare try to fucking move - before we pop you in your goddamn face motherfucker!

Hit you in the fucking dome with that chrome ninja!

You ain't got shit on this!

This is fucking family shit motherfucker! I ride or die for this RepWurk shit!

[Verse 1: Shade]

Boom!

Bringing it back! When Shade and Charr used to get on the track

And we always killing, yeah we not wack

We killing your wife on the fucking track

Yeah

What's up with that?

Bringing it back to the days of rap was about popping shit and the stick up tracks were about killing motherfuckers with the gat

Oh

What's up with that?

Where ya gonna go? Why ya always sad?

Why ya always mad? Cause I'm fucking angry cause I ain't got a goddamn cigarette

What's up with that?

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna come at you with an ax so fucking clean and true because you know I'm so fucking real and I'm gonna come at you like a juggalo would do

Okay what's up with that dude?

How you gonna tell me that I ain't true? When I ain't real, that I'm the fake one?

When you're smiling to me then talking shit behind my back huh?

Spitting hella lyrics

Fighting all the demons

Yeah my arms are bleeding

But who gives a fuck?

Because I'm coming at you with a fucking gat bruh

Put a gat to ya back

Put a bullet in the back of your skull and watch it splat - watch the blood rise to the sky and then fall down flat - huh?

What a pretty sight

There's a pattern on the ground and I really need to fight somebody cause I'm getting pissed cause I ain't got a cigarette; so where's it at bitch?

[Intermission: Shade]

Whoop whoop! Everybody motherfucking rise!

Stand the fuck up!

This is that OG wicked clown shit!

This is that RepWurk shit motherfucker!

You don't know 'bout that family game

You lonely ass motherfucker sitting at home beating your meat to midget porn - fuck you!

And fuck your mom!

{Verse 2: Charr]

Yeeeeeaaaahhhh!

Charr the fucking metaphor matador

I open up all kinda doors

Three down I feel like opening more

I slide through in all kinda decor

I light up all kinda fiy-or

Oh I meant fire

Oh I meant Charr

Oh I meant heat

Oh I meant bars

Fuck man

Oops I meant prisons

Oops I meant killing

Oops I mean careers

Oops I mean oh dear

Oh man - oh fam

I killed every single one of em

I went in and murdered em

I swear I never heard of em

I swear I jump over hurdles - and

I leave the beat charred - arrested behind bars

Spitting automatic - killing demographics

Painting some mean motherfucking graphics on blank canvas

Creating rabid habits

Fucking like wild rabbits

Bringing em together like fucking magnets

Eating beats like some maggots

Killing all my opponents - faggots

Blowing em away like magic

I do it like Magic

Your girl on my Johnson

I don't plan on stopping - your hearts I'll be stopping

Clogging all your arteries

In chemo they put rap in my fucking IV

So you wonder why I'm looking like I won the fucking lottery?

Nah be proud of me

Your boy is an oddity

I last like the Odyssey - I make em so fond of me

I do it so honestly - rap is a part of me

I create art audibly - I rhyme so honorably

I kill beats so fucking horribly

I just want your honesty - I want it so horribly

My mind can't fit inside of me

I need it to be outta me to make room for new fucking verses to put all y'all in fucking hearses!

I won't do reverses!

I don't need rehearsal - I just go Steve Urkle!

I don't need to practice - I just kill this rap shit!

Charr the fucking God

Like O M G

I do what I please; I kill beats with ease

With Shade on my right - he kill em ignite

He spit dope lines like all the fucking time

RepWurk is on the fucking rise

I'm killing you muthafuckas - make everyday Halloween

Hop out that extra mean sippin that special lean

Check!

Get paid; fuck up the check

Get laid; fuck up the deck

Catch ways; you get in debt

Dog days; I feel the best

I'm way above the rest

I weigh about the best

I made my fucking crest

Always above the test

I never sleep or rest

I always kill the rest

I bring out all the best

I smile like I'm from Crest

Your girl caress my dick

I'm way above this bitch

But I still give her the shit

This bitch ain't worth my rent

Hah

You feel me motherfucker?